When I was 3 or 4 it was decided I could benefit from corrective shoes. They came in colors of brown, black, or brown and black. They had square, boxed toes, hard leather sides and bottoms, and were just plain ugly. Plus they were budget busters and we only went once a year to get a new prescription by the foot doc and then off to the specialty shoe store. Oh how I hated them. I had to wear them all year round, even in the summer. No tennis shoes... and worse, no bare feet for me.
Then one year the foot doc retired.
I was also due for my Kindergarten check-up. So my regular doctor, Dr. Christu, had me walk for him.
And he scoffed.
"Sure, she's a little knock-kneed, but I have never heard of a brand of shoe to fix that! If I were you, I'd take her to JCPenney's and buy her some Keds. Heck, its summer, let her go barefoot if she wants- she's earned it."
Oh. My. Happy. Heck.
I've been a barefoot kind of gal ever since!
We spent part of our weekend down at Grandpa Jim's lake. Grandpa was off visiting down South, so we had the place to ourselves. Nolan tubed behind the boat. The boys fished. I took photos.
My Tykerb arrived yesterday and I took my first 5 pills last night... I had a restless night of sleep and felt sick as soon as I stood up this morning. Thank goodness for Immodium and Zofran- and bible study which got me out the door this morning and was just the distraction I needed.
We have a jam-packed next few days. We have 3 full days of Cully's Kids, our wedding anniversary and a wedding to attend that same day, and someone is having a Birthday next week.
Plus, its barefoot weather. And that is worth everything and a whole lot more.